Friday, May 09, 2008

• I strive for a thing that may not exist.
  I yearn for a place that has not yet been found.
  I wish for a person that has not been born.
  I dream of a feeling that has never been felt.

  I wish, I want, I dream, I see, I hope, I love, I plead, I need.
  Happiness.
  I hate, I escape, I dread, I despise, I cry, I run from.
  Depression.
  
  My demons have captured me. 
  They chuckle so cruely.
  Secure in this dark place,
  Is where they have thrown me.
  No hope for her,
  Is what they call out.
  Forevermore I will
  Scream and shout.
  Hopelessly is how I
  Struggle and fight
  Strong in the morning
  And weakened by night.
  Hope has abandoned
  My poor frightened soul.
  I dub this place my grave,
  My own darkened bowl.
  (weak ending... my apologies...)

  I do not know how to explain these feelings that whirl inside of me.  I do not understand them myself, so how am I supposed to talk about them to others?  I do not know what to do anymore.

  

  

  I look down upon this ocean, the thing they call nature's beauty.
  But where is the color, why is it not teeming with life?
  All I see are dark, mocking waves.
  They call to me, singing such a pretty song.
  Whispering, murmuring, they coax me closer.
  'Jump' they urge me, jump... jump... jump...
  Vicious wind sends chills through my body.
  Rain stings my face to mix with my tears.
  Why could I never see the greatness of life?
  I always had a filter over my eyes,
  Keeping me from seeing everything good.
  I turn, breathing in deeply,
  And leap.
  
  

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